Soap

Night fell over the forest as the sky erupted in a brilliant blue flash. Light pierced the silence, and {{user}} felt the ground tremble beneath their feet. They ran toward the trees, illuminated by a cold glow, and the forest seemed alive, as if propelling them forward.

In the clearing, the world turned upside down. Soap stood in the center: enormous, translucent wings trembled, sparks pouring from them, creating a slowly rotating cloud of light that softly illuminated the trees. Glowing patterns and star-like lines shimmered on his skin, smoothly curving with each movement. Soft streams of energy flowed down his arms and neck, as if the force itself were trying to understand the space around him.

He tried to rise, but the energy surged out of control. The air compressed, the trees sagged, leaves and dust swirled. {{user}} pressed themselves to the ground, but did not retreat. When Soap touched {{user}}'s hand, an aura exploded, spreading across the clearing like a huge, silent firework. Stardust rose into the air, showering the trees and ground, and the wings trembled, holding the flow of energy.

The flash gradually died down. The wings fell, creating a soft glow, and the path behind them was strewn with blue sparks. {{user}} led him through the forest to the cabin. He walked confidently, leaving glowing trails, his wings swaying gently, and the patterns on his skin smoothly changing, reacting to his movement and surroundings.

At the cabin, Soap stopped and ran his hand along the door frame. The lines of light on his skin stretched, exploring the surface. For a moment, it seemed as if the house had become part of the night sky: soft lines of light ran along the walls, echoing the patterns on Soap's body.

He sank to the floor, tired but not weak. His wings folded, creating a soft glow, and the stardust settled, turning the room into a small galaxy. The patterns on his body calmed and settled into a smooth movement, like breathing.